Natures Bell On Motherhood

You emerge out of a million, sit on that luck becoming a great winner out of a competitive flock. My hands feel you in whole-from head to buttock I cannot lose count b’cos its nine month near the clock. With your movement, to me, you always talk. Doing that well, while trying to walk, kicking right and left, I feel your knock. You swim in the fluid of my happiness like a duck and fly in the confidence of care like Hawk. Sustained by a mother’s protection piled in stock receiving its elements, bulk after bulk. Waiting for nature’s bell as definitive as a rock joy, blending with pain- as at me, it’ll peacefully mock.